A WALK IN THE DEW
by SEAMUS ROBINSON
Come all ye young laddies and heed what I say
Never walk Clooney Hill by the first light of day;
Give ear to my warning for each word is true
Beware of the maiden who walks in the dew.
With her ryfool a lyfool a ryfool a loo
And her ryfool a lyfool who walks in the dew.
Twas long long ago I first walked Clooney Hill
Of the fresh morning air I was taking my fill;
I spied a fair maiden whose eyes were so blue
And smiling she dared me to walk in the dew.
With her ryfool a lyfool a ryfool a loo
And her ryfool a lyfool to walk in the dew.
We walked and we walked over hill, over glen
And then we turned round and we walked it again;
We walked all the day and sure half the night too
And then we lay down for to rest in the dew.
With her ryfool a lyfool a ryfool a loo
And her ryfool a lyfool to rest in the dew.
Twas early next morning I woke from my dream
And of the fair maiden no sight to be seen;
I looked for my guineas but they were gone too
She left me a pauper to walk in the dew.
With her ryfool a lyfool a ryfool a loo
And her ryfool a lyfool to walk in the dew.
